Mais acessadas de A Plea For Purging

Turn It Down

There is blood on our hands tonightSo this is where the world lies behind the Son of Man, now goSell your soulFor this world will offer nothingWell I have invented angels of my ownThey are false and untrueCrawling, cowering they still my shroudWhen I swear from the blazing Son aboveUncovered, so shall I fallThis is where my bones will restIn the desert of forsakenessWatch your back cause the sky is turning blackDon't listen, for I will make you a liarClosed off by crossed armsThere is no worship hereSo put your foot downSo quick to eject and reject